Vizet's sense of touch was very sharp now, sharp enough that he could clearly feel Luna almost pressed against him, forehead touching forehead...
Then the tips of their noses touched...
And finally...
Something suddenly softened against his lips.
Buzz...
It was as if an explosion went off inside Vizet's mind. From this moment on, the scale of time seemed to stretch infinitely long, so long that even the probability of time had probably lost all meaning.
That sudden softness on his lips was moist, tender, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible sweetness.
But it stayed for too short a time, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
The concept of time returned, compressed infinitely short, so short that just as Vizet was about to distinguish what that taste was, it vanished without a trace.
His eyes flew open, and he caught only a retreating figure, like a butterfly dancing away.
Only the butterfly had flown back into the room, the hem of her skirt tracing a beautiful arc through the air.
Click...
The door was pulled shut.
The person who had clearly been so close a moment ago had now disappeared before his eyes, leaving only silence, and that last bit of fading warmth on his lips.
Vizet only felt that the quiet around him was terrifying, as if the entire world had fallen into stillness, leaving only his heartbeat, growing ever more violent, pounding like a drum beside his ears.
He wanted to raise his hand and touch his lips, but stopped himself, standing there as stiffly as a statue, even his breathing becoming extremely light.
As if he were afraid that if he breathed any harder, he would completely scatter that rapidly fading warmth on his lips.
He did not know how much time had passed before he finally came